Gregory steps over all the dictionaries on the street that people had purchased to determine whether Burgerhouse and Reverse Burgerhouse were actual words, and then tossed them away because who the fuck needs words anyway?

Should I come out and shave my legs? Give out a couple hand fulls of words and expect respect? I don't think I'll do that.

He dribbles a basketball.

Should I speak Spanish and stay online only to let shots happen under my nose? I doubt it.

He sends the ball between his legs with a little fake.

Should I shout "ELI!!!" like I'm in some kind of strange goofy talkie movie thing? Nah, I won't do that either.

He dribbles between hands.

No. I think what I will do...

He thought to himself.

Is shoot a free throw. "Wilt Chamberlain!"

It was a miss.

Worse than Shaq. He said out loud while looking around. No one had ever heard of Shaq. Everyone was confused. It was absolutely confusing because that person was not a person that existed.

Alright, well fuck it. I'm Globetrotting Gregory.

He picks up the ball and shoots once more.

Swish.

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